Content warning: In addition to F/d incest, themes include dubcon/reluctance, and free use.
A month into quarantine and Audrey could already tell the professor's heart wasn't in it. She wanted to shake the elderly man by the shoulders in frustration.
At least you're still being paid for it
, she wanted to rant at him. The virtual lecture hall of almost a hundred students are paying to watch a low rez video of you reading off a powerpoint.
At least show some enthusiasm.
She sat back in her uncomfortable folding chair at the tiny IKEA table shoved into the corner of the guest room. She could go looking for another chair. If she asked Iain he would probably buy her one, but she didn't because she didn't really want to ask that man anything. Also, a small part of her was hoping that her discomfort signaled to the universe that she could and wanted to leave at any time. Preferably now. But the universe fucking hates her so she understands none of it ever works that way.
She left the lecture running on her laptop to grab herself a drink of water. Some professors had started asking people to turn on their webcams to ensure they were 'present' for the lecture. Audrey was already running out of shits to give - she doubted this professor even knew what a webcam was. It was a long way to the kitchen from her guest room. She chose that room for that purpose. It was to ensure she would see as little of Iain as possible throughout the day. Due to his unnecessarily over sized house, it was quite easy to avoid her biological father.
Or sperm donor, as she used to insist on calling him before they met. But now it seemed wrong to use the word 'sperm' at all when referring to him.
Audrey shook her head and grabbed her glass of water. Halfway up the stairs back to the second floor, she clearly heard a moan and she froze. Go back to your room, she told herself firmly. Go back to your fucking room and close the door.
Instead she stood at the other end of the house, steps silent on the plush, clean carpet, glass in hand. The moans continued, the slick sounds accompanying it loud and clear. Carefully, she leaned to look through the doorway.
Iain, dressed in a crisp white shirt with the front unbuttoned, sat with his head thrown back on his office chair. He was facing away and to the side of the room so would not see her at the door but from the side Audrey could clearly see her father's very erect cock in his hand. It was thick, perfectly proportioned, veiny, beautiful, and Audrey hated it.
Her lower belly clenched as Iain gave a loud moan, one of a different pitch and urgency. She recognized it and knew what was going to happen.
"Fuck, I'm cumming," he said in a strained voice. Audrey felt her panties grow wet. "Fuck!"
A fountain of cum spewed out, splashing onto his exposed belly and chest. Audrey watched until the last spurt escaped his too-pretty dick before she was able to silently move away from the door. She tried to feel shame about the whole thing: even if Iain was an attractive man, she had no business ever being attracted to him. It was inappropriate. Biology was supposed to have some sort of safeguard against it. Why can't she be disgusted at seeing her own father's cock?
She berated herself for the rest of the lecture while sitting in her own arousal pooling in her underwear. What the fuck was wrong with her? Her situation was bad enough, why does she have to be this way? She needed to stop.
Instead, when the lecture finished, she slammed the laptop shut and shoved her hand down the front of her pants and rubbed her clit until she came. Her face flushed with arousal and embarrassment but at the same time her mind only had images of her father.
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At midnight, her door opened in the dark and Iain joined her on the small guest bed. She had prepared for this: she had a long shower and wore the stretchy cotton panties under the black nightie he seemed to favor. Him masturbating earlier in the day only meant he's hornier at night. Audrey discovered this over the weeks she's been there.
She had no idea how they fell into this arrangement so easily. There was certainly no discussion over it. They had come to an unspoken agreement that during quarantine, Iain could use her and he would allow her to live with him and pay for her college tuition.
A month before classes started, she failed to get an apartment and the city was too much in shambles to go hunting for one. The dorm rooms were under lock down as well and Audrey wasn't able to get a room. Her mother lived in another city with her new husband, happily disengaged with whatever trouble went Audrey's way. It was honestly the worst case scenario that forced Audrey to ask Iain to stay at his house since he lived in the same city as her university. He had not been a part of her life at all and they were nearly strangers, but he'd agreed to house her, to her surprise. He even asked for her college information and she found her tuition paid in full the next day.
Audrey thought it was too good to be true, until that first time he visited her at night. She remembered thinking "so this is what the catch is" and feeling strangely calm about it. At no point did he hurt her and he smelled good. It felt surreal in the dark. The cherry on top was how good Iain was with his fingers. Her face burned every time she remembered how quickly and how hard she came that first time.
It was supposed to mess her up. Instead she found herself looking forward to it, even hoping to catch him masturbating during the day. Perhaps she was already messed up to not put a stop to it.
That night, she happened to be on her side, leg thrown over the bunched up comforter. Iain fitted himself behind her, spooning her. As usual, they didn't speak. One of his hands languidly touched her, smoothing her hair and caressing her arm. She could already feel his cock pressing up to her bottom, hard and insistent. He brushed the hair away from the back of her neck and kissed her there as he kept running his fingers up and down her side and arm.
After she started relaxing under his touch, he lifted the hem of her nightie over the swell of her hips to expose her thighs and panties. He ran his fingers over the flesh of her thighs, then wandered upwards to fondle her ass. He took a deep breath, then pulled her by the hip towards him to nestle his cock again against her bottom.
He then pulled down the thin shoulder strap of her nightie and prompted her to pull her arm through. The fabric pulled down under the small swell of her breast. His hand palmed the exposed breast as he humped her from behind. His breathing grew faster as he humped her faster, harder, stimulating his dick between her ass cheeks. Often that would be all he asked of her and he would cum inside his boxers.
Occasionally he'll pull down her panties and hump her exposed ass. Very rarely he'll pull out his dick and nestle it between her ass cheeks and ejaculate all over her bare skin and lower back. Never has he done more than that.
Every time, his expert fingers would find her damp slit, feeling it through the fabric of her panties. He would play with her for a few minutes, then slip his hand into her underwear and rub her clit. Every time, Audrey would whimper out a refusal.
